This evening I was having
dinner with my daughter and our conversation lead to a nursing story. I often share stories about my patients (with
names withheld of course so I don’t breach confidentiality). This week I had 2 of my regular patients in
wheelchairs who were both scheduled to see me at the approximate same
time. One is near 70 and the other in
his 40’s.
They usually arrive within
minutes of each other and over the course of several weeks, it has evolved into
a competition regarding who can get off the elevator, open the down, roll down
the hall and into my room for their treatment first.
Perhaps it was the
unrelenting heat this week that triggered the fierce competitor in each of
them. Suddenly I heard a hallway door
slam outside my room, followed by shouting and even cursing as the 70 year old
pushed past the patient in his 40’s and rolled across the “finish line” of my
office door.
Had it not been for the
obvious flaring of the temper of the younger, I would have laughed aloud that
he had been outmaneuvered by the older.
Motherly chastening quieted
this as I stepped between their wheelchairs and talked to them about what it
means to ‘play well with others.’
Today the younger rolled in later, saying he really didn’t care if the
elder went first every day. Who can
figure out what goes on in the minds of children masquerading as grown men?
My daughter reminded me of
one of the favorite stories I’ve shared with her. As you might guess, it is another wheelchair
story, but I can’t beat this story no matter how hard I try. I’m going to retell it to you as the very
emergency room physician who had the experience told it to me. It never fails to make me laugh, so I hope it
will do the same for you. After all,
laughter is good medicine!
One night Dr. Aaron was
working in the ER when two brothers were brought in by ambulance. The police arrived with the ambulance to
investigate as both had gunshot wounds. There
were two wheelchair-bound brothers, Sid and Jake Smith for the purpose of this
story—three gunshot wounds between them. Sid had one gunshot wound, while his brother
Jake had two.
While doing the assessment, Dr.
Aaron inquired of the history of the shooting and the details of what had
happened.
Naturally the police officer was
present for the questioning. Sid said
his gunshot wound was an accident that happened while he was cleaning his
gun. Apparently the two brothers had
collaborated their stories prior to the arrival of the ambulance and the
police.
It was at this point that Dr.
Aaron resorted to patient history to gain some insight into the behaviors of
these two brothers.
Apparently there was a much
older history about the shenanigans of these two brothers; the truth was revealed in the details. Medical history explained why they were both
in wheelchairs.
Apparently they loved to
challenge each other and see who was the bravest and most daring. So they began to play the deadly game of
“chicken” with each other in their automobiles.
They would drive toward each other at a high rate of speed and the “chicken”
would be the one who first veered off to avoid the head on collision. Hence the reason for the wheelchairs.
Knowing that vital piece of
information, Dr. Aaron and the police officer called them both into the room
together and the police officer confronted them regarding the true story behind
those 3 gunshot wounds. They sung like canaries.
You see, they could no longer
play “chicken” with their automobiles after they ended up in wheelchairs, so
they had to figure out a new game to amuse themselves. They both loved to watch Westerns on TV and
thought it was really cool how in the days of the old west two men would
challenge each other to a duel. Duelers
would stand back to back, then walk out a designated number of paces, turn,
draw and shoot.
And so it was with that same
glimmer of creativity that these two brothers decided on the new challenge of
backing up their wheelchairs to each other, then rolling out to a count of
20. They would then spin around in their
wheelchairs, aim and fire their weapons.
You can guess how they decided the winner.
I can just imagine the types
of entertainment they dreamed up for family reunions (if there are any
surviving members). If you were their
mother, you’d have to be just bursting with pride.
Pam Baker, RN
PamBakerRN.com


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